Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 45

Isaac, who was sitting in the passenger seat, almost hit the windshield when he heard this. He was shocked.

Clara was shocked too. She looked at Horace in disbelief, saying, "What are you talking about?"

"Didn't you marry me for citizenship?" Horace said peacefully, "Now you get it. And it won't change even if you divorce me."

Clara's face turned pale.

She couldn't believe that Horace knew her purpose.

But she shouldn't be surprised. Since he had investigated her mother, he should be able to know this too.

Looking at Horace's dark eyes, Clara bit her lip and whispered, "I guess you married me for a reason too, right? Will you divorce me when I become useless to you one day?"

Horace didn't expect Clara to ask such a question. He froze for a moment.

Clara was not stupid, she knew that Horace married her in such a hurry for a reason.

Horace's eyes darkened. He whispered, "No."

Clara didn't expect such a quick answer. She was stunned.

Looking at Clara's surprised expression, Horace added in a low voice, "Since I married you, you will be my wife for the rest of your life."

Horace sounded indifferent, but Clara was stunned. She looked at Horace, couldn't believe her ears.

"So." Horace whispered again in a more domineering and determined tone, "Clara, forget about the idea of leaving me. Clara didn't expect to hear this. She was touched.

She felt as if butterflies were flying somewhere deep in her heart.

Suddenly, she didn't dare to look at Horace's dark eyes. She looked away and whispered, "Since I married you, I'll be devoted to you and never divorce you as long as you don't divorce me."

Clara's voice was light, but Horace heard it. Seeing Clara's slightly blushed face, Horace suddenly felt less angry.

He thought to himself, "Forget about it."

He knew that Clara married him for her mother's illness.

She didn't have feelings for him but that was alright.

She belonged to him now and one day she would fall in love with him.

Not knowing if she was overthinking but Clara felt that Horace didn't like Donald and Martha taking care of him, although he was polite to them.

"You haven't eaten yet, right?" Clara took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and went into the kitchen, "I'll cook for you."

But when she opened the refrigerator, she was suddenly stunned.

She saw that the fried rice she cooked yesterday in the refrigerator, was wrapped in cling wrap.

"Have you eaten?" Horace had gotten out of her wheelchair and walked behind her.

"I've eaten." Clara replied, "I'll cook you noodles."